Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.